A Gun in the First Act

No Devolución, Thursday

Contributors

Vocals:

Geoff Rickly

Guitar:

Tom Keeley

Drums:

Tucker Rule

Bass:

Tim Payne

Guitar, Backup Vocals:

Steve Pedulla

Keyboards, Synthesizer:

Andrew Everding

Lyrics

I saw you standing with a broken cigarette out in the rain.I guess all our lives are a little less than they seem.Now you're praying to the memory of a god you used to love(A reminder of his death hanging low around your neck.)Do you find sleep comes easyDancing with the empty silhouette of everything?Our waking lives are just the dreams of our dreams.Standing in the city asking what it's all for butThere's nothing in this world that giving meaning makes it more:The louder the ring, the less the thing.

When we see black clouds coming over our heads, over our heads, then we know where it's ending;A loaded gun hanging over our heads... We already know the way it ends.

Screaming from a stage or at a pay-phone in the rainTrying to find the words I always think I need to say.Please, bring it back to the moment before you leftI never felt the sting.The louder the ring, the less the thing.Break, break, break it downBack to the way that it was beforeWhen symbols weren't just loaded gunsAnd black clouds weren't just metaphorsBring, bring, bring it backBack to the way that it was before:Empty all the loaded guns and bury all the metaphors.Now we're going around in a place that makes no sound, where names never fit and nothing ever means a thing.